I'll try to gloss over some of the less important parts, but since I don't know what you'll think is relevant...
I was married, for 10 years, obviously together for longer. He was of average size, I'd been with larger and smaller. He was more than enough. Shit happened, not related to penis size, I ended the marriage, we're still good friends. Relationship ended 3 years ago, ish.
Two year relationship followed, slightly larger, not as experienced, not into the same kinks as myself, but happy to try them, but it just didn't feel right. While the passion was there on his side, anything outside of vanilla felt more like a childish joke and something to be giggled at, which really killed the mood.
During the relationship, we attempted to be open, so that he could get certain things elsewhere, as could I. It resulted in a lot of jealousy on his part, we put a stop to it, but couldn't undo the damage on both sides, and the relationship ended a few weeks ago.
I met a guy some 3 years ago or so, and within a few weeks knew, without either side speaking a word, that not only would he be into the same kinks as I, but that he'd be damn good at doing what needed to be done. I was however married, and then in the two year relationship.
For the two years of knowing this guy, we couldn't be in the same room together without fighting, no matter what was said or done, we'd find a way of being pissed off at each other, and it would get pretty nasty at times. This last year though, it's been strange...
He is not what I want, is not my type in the slightest, and I have no feelings for him at all. He is a friend, we have a lot in common, but that is it. I am not his type, in the slightest, and that has been made quite painfully clear multiple times in the first two years.
As I said, the last year has been weird, we still fight, but less often, we discuss the things we have in common, have a laugh and a joke, wind each other up playfully, and one of the things we've shared is our common kink, so naturally, during the attempted "open period" we got talking and things happened, on the assumption that it would be easier because I already knew him, neither of us had any interest in the other so there was no risk of feelings becoming involved, and we could both just get what we needed and that was that.
Not exaggerating... Best ever. Everything was perfect, no communication needed, he knew what to do, when to do it and exactly how to do it.
So, relationship over. Don't want another one.
I've never been interested in penis size, never really liked looking at them, never really been interested in anything more than having them inside me for a while. A tool to get the job done. Yet his, I can't stop thinking about, it's size, shape, feeling it grow... Oh the list goes on, yet there are still no feelings towards him.
It is all very casual, no actual sex involved. I've been with men I've had no romantic feelings for before, and I have never reacted this way.
Has years of average/just above average just hidden what I really want? Has finally getting what I want the way I wanted clouded my judgement? Why do I feel so confused and like I'm not the person I thought I was?
I was married, for 10 years, obviously together for longer. He was of average size, I'd been with larger and smaller. He was more than enough. Shit happened, not related to penis size, I ended the marriage, we're still good friends. Relationship ended 3 years ago, ish.
Two year relationship followed, slightly larger, not as experienced, not into the same kinks as myself, but happy to try them, but it just didn't feel right. While the passion was there on his side, anything outside of vanilla felt more like a childish joke and something to be giggled at, which really killed the mood.
During the relationship, we attempted to be open, so that he could get certain things elsewhere, as could I. It resulted in a lot of jealousy on his part, we put a stop to it, but couldn't undo the damage on both sides, and the relationship ended a few weeks ago.
I met a guy some 3 years ago or so, and within a few weeks knew, without either side speaking a word, that not only would he be into the same kinks as I, but that he'd be damn good at doing what needed to be done. I was however married, and then in the two year relationship.
For the two years of knowing this guy, we couldn't be in the same room together without fighting, no matter what was said or done, we'd find a way of being pissed off at each other, and it would get pretty nasty at times. This last year though, it's been strange...
He is not what I want, is not my type in the slightest, and I have no feelings for him at all. He is a friend, we have a lot in common, but that is it. I am not his type, in the slightest, and that has been made quite painfully clear multiple times in the first two years.
As I said, the last year has been weird, we still fight, but less often, we discuss the things we have in common, have a laugh and a joke, wind each other up playfully, and one of the things we've shared is our common kink, so naturally, during the attempted "open period" we got talking and things happened, on the assumption that it would be easier because I already knew him, neither of us had any interest in the other so there was no risk of feelings becoming involved, and we could both just get what we needed and that was that.
Not exaggerating... Best ever. Everything was perfect, no communication needed, he knew what to do, when to do it and exactly how to do it.
So, relationship over. Don't want another one.
I've never been interested in penis size, never really liked looking at them, never really been interested in anything more than having them inside me for a while. A tool to get the job done. Yet his, I can't stop thinking about, it's size, shape, feeling it grow... Oh the list goes on, yet there are still no feelings towards him.
It is all very casual, no actual sex involved. I've been with men I've had no romantic feelings for before, and I have never reacted this way.
Has years of average/just above average just hidden what I really want? Has finally getting what I want the way I wanted clouded my judgement? Why do I feel so confused and like I'm not the person I thought I was?